Friday, January 26, 2024

The Secret

 

Because the great secret is, nothing is gone.
Time is a crystal; everything is still happening.
The memory of the universe is infinite,
Embracing the future and the unpassed past.
 
Is this any comfort? A little, I think.
It’s not the eternal recurrence of the same
Or God in his heaven, but maybe it helps
When the night is black and the midnight thoughts
 
Are spiraling around things lost -
When the world feels intolerably empty
Of one particular person,
Of whom it used to be full.

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